Page 64 of Fifth Avenue Fling

It’s him.

Killian.

I know just by his breathing.

“Connor, this asshole is showing up at the office every day,” he growls from the doorway.

Dear God, are two of them in the bathroom?

I hear the distant sound of a male answering him. No… he’s just on the phone.

He can’t see me because the bathroom is the size of a one-bed apartment, and I’m hunkered down in the tub at the far end.

Now is the right time to wave a hand and communicate my presence.

Except I’m naked, and that’s a tad inconvenient.

Slowly, I lift my head to peek out over the tub.

He’s completely naked. He’s growling something down the phone something about a casino in Brooklyn as he strides toward the shower.

I push my head back down again, my heart hammering.

I only saw his massive cock for a few seconds, but it will be forever ingrained in my memory. No wonder he’s so arrogant. All those liquidized almonds are paying off for him.

What’s my action plan?

What the hell am I doing? Why don’t I speak up? Why don’t I say I’m in the bath? Hmm. It feels like I’m one bad decision away from getting fired.

I hear the shower door slide open.

My action plan is just to breathe. Breathe, woman, breathe.

I’m past the point of no return now. Too much time has passed, and I can’t just pipe up and say, “heya. Don’t mind me!”

I brave another peek. He steps inside the shower and turns it on from above. Now I have a side view of that magnificent muscular ass and his heavy cock.

He spreads his large thighs wider as he directs his face against the stream of water from the ceiling. His eyes must be closed. He’s in his own world.

Damn. His back muscles look even better with water running down them.

And those thighs. I love rugby player thighs.

He turns to face me, and I bite my lower lip to stop myself from squealing.

I’m playing with fire, not hiding. As panicked as I am, I can’t look away. His eyes are closed as he lets the water run over his face, but he could open them at any moment.

I greedily take in every inch of his broad, toned body. The water runs down his V to his thick cock. That’s definitely a two-hander. My pussy clenches as I imagine his cock driving into me.

He runs both hands through his hair, and dear God, I swear it might be the most arousing sight of my life. I’m melting in the bath water.

Any dick after this will be suboptimal.

The man has to have some physical flaw; he can’t be perfect. He must have bunions or something. His toes looked a bit hairy the night Liam tried to kidnap me.

After a long moment, he lifts the shower gel and smears it across his chest.

Now is my cue to duck back into the water. If I’m quiet, I can get away with this. He’ll never know I’m here.

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